St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-13
IN PRISON CELLS
Sehwab and Fielden Begin
Their Life Career at Jol-
let Prison.
Nothing Nota BILE About Their
Transfer Save Their Fam
lily Farewells.
Both Shaved and Put in Con-
Wet Garb at the Peni-
Tertiary.
Arrangements for the Funer-
ais Of the Dead Anarchists
To-Day.
The Authorities Intepdiet
Anything Liable to Cause
New Trouble.
HrS. Parsons FaintS Twice
Over the Body Of Her
Husband.

Special to the Globe.
CHICAGO, Nov. III am afraid it
won't emo here said Michael Schwab,
when he heard that all was over. 81
an afraid the working men of the cOun-
try will hereafter have no respect for
the law" But Michael, dear boy, was
wrong in this as he was in his present
harrangue. He and Fielden were sent
off to Joliet at l o'clock, and as may be
imagined the leave takingS of their FAM
lies and the distress of the widows and
orphans of those who were hanged
formed a very striking picture in the
frame of grim determination of the
friends of them all to make the most of
Sundays funeral opportunity. Mrs.
Schwab. accompanied by Mrs. Schnau-
belt and Schwab'S two pretty little
children. called at the Jail this morning
10 bid farewell to her husband. The
afflicted wife of Schwab was pale and
her eyes were swollen: and red with
weeping.
Her White Face
was rendered dOubiy sorroWful and
mournful by the heavy mourning
drapery hanging down her back. Her
dress was Of the same sOmber material,
and as she crossed the Jail yard from the
side entrance to the jail Office she pre-
scented a picture of woe. Her head was
inclined in front and her eyes were
rivited at the stony surface of the Jail
court floor as she passed over it. When
within thirty feet of the steps she
stopped, cast her eyes ahead, and with
Il Shudder buried her face in her black
gloyed hands. There. iii front of her,
under the stairway, in plain sight, were
the four painted collins into which the
fOur victims of the hangman were low
cred yesterday. Three of the collins
lay on top of each other while
the one i'll which Spies shrOuded
form WAS lowered lay apart from the
rest. 1t was grim reminder of the
terrible scenes of yesterday. But she
passed on and around at the foot of the
steps. Here she paused again. and, bit
ing her lips to keep back her fast rising
tears. she mounted the steps. Mrs.
Schnaubelt, who is very fleshy woman,
followed closely behind, and the two lit
Tie children, clad in dark red plush
suits, trimmed with fur, crawled up the
cold iron steps on their hands and
knees. DOOrkeeper Pierce promptly
admitted the four. and the two women
were given chairs. One of the little
babieS-he was not more than three
years of age-ran to the irOn-lOcked
door leading to the visitors cage, and.
putting his chubby fingers around the
bars. shrilly piped:
Papa, Oh, Papa"
The juvenile voice sounded through
the corridor and echoed along, and the
cells around and above seemed to grasp
the sound and send the echoes bound
ing through and around tine corridors.
Schwab looked out of his cell, and saw
his little son. His long arms went up
TO his thick, black hair, and he pressed
his hands to his thrObbing brOws.
When the floor cleaning was finished
Schwab was let cut of his cell, and the
cage door admitted Mrs. Schwab to the
big Enclosure. and Schwa5 and his wife
were near each other, but with cruel
nun oNltCh OObNCtu tiiCllls cC1MdD y
eyes were moist, and his wife's
high cheek bones were marked
with two fiery eyed spots
and she breathed hard. 1t was the last
parting before the close of the stony
walls on Schwab for life. Mrs. Schnau-
belt and Schwab'S wife sat on chairs
provided for them, and fearful last i'll
terview took place. Schwab requested
that his little ones be allowed inside,
and this favor Jailer Folz granted. The
little ones
Screamed With Delight
and ran both together in their pas arms
crying papa, papa" and buried their
small faces in the bushy black whisk-
ers. They couldn't understand, poor
innocents. that they were seeing their
father for the last time. In few mo-
mcnts-they were rOmping around the
cold floors playing tag with each
other and uttering glad cries and Tau gh-
ing at the strange looking cells arc ind
them. Mrs. Fielden came shortly after
ward, and it was fortunate that the
ugly and Ominous collins which so
startled Mrs. Schwab had been
by this time removed. The little
frail woman would surely have tainted
had she been compelled TO look on the
brown boxes. She carried her Youngest
child in her arms, which seemed too
slight TO carry even a small parcel in
stead of the heavy child which she held
at her breast. She was let in, but The
screen was between her and my man
Sam" They sat there and talked. but
she didn't cry. her husband pouring
words of cheer into her ear. After a
talk of three-quarters of an hour the
women were told that time was up, but
they begged so piteOusly for just a
minute more that the jaiIer gave in and
said. ''I;ll let you see your husbands in
my private Office where you can
BID GOODBYE
to each other" The two men were
brought out and ushered into the Office
and the door closed. A five-minute